I was originally going to name this Harry Potter and the Triwizard Tournament However a different story had this name and I wanted something slightly original so then I thought of something else and something else and I bored then I came up with another name but that was very comedic so I said not then I came up with what I have now.
Also I did steal some text from the book but only for this chapter and when teachers are speaking at a pivotal times such as the Malfoy incident.
Well carry on my wayward son and read!
- Chapter OneChampions
"Harry Potter."
Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He surely was dreaming. He had not heard correctly.
It was though the hall was filled with angry bees. Some students were even standing up to get a better view. At the front Professor McGonagall had started whispering into Professor Dumbledore's ear.
Harry turned to look to his friends both with a blank face. "I didn't put my name in, you know I didn't."
He got no answer back just more blank stares.
He only got an answer when Professor Dumbledore called for him prompting Hermione to give a slight push and whispered 'go on,' the blank look not leaving her face. The whole way up to the front he could feel the stared and the buzzing around him seemed to get louder.
"Well… through the door, Harry," said Dumbledore however he wasn't smiling.
Not even Hagrid gave him a kind look. He just stared that with the same blank face everyone else did. Entering through the door as the other champions did he found himself in a smaller room, lined with painting f witches and wizards with a heated fire roaring in the fireplace opposite him.
The three champions looked in Harry's mind impressive as they stood around the fire; Viktor Krum leaning on the mantelpiece, Cedric Diggory hand behind his back staring into the fire, and Fleur Delacour looking around, that is till she saw Harry.
"What is it?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"
She thought he had come and deliver a message like some owl. He didn't know how to explain what just had happened. At that moment he realized how tall each of them were.
There behind Harry was Ludo Bagman. He took Harry by the arm and led him forward.
"Extraordany!" He muttered, squeezing Harry's arm. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen… lady, May I introduce- incredible though it may seem- the fourth triwizard champion?"
No one looked impressed, Cedric looked from Bagman to Harry and back again as though he must have missed. Fleur however tossed her hair, smiling and said. "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."
"Joke? No, no, not at all! Harry's name came out of the Goblet of Fire!"
Still no one looked impressed even more confused than before.
"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," Fleur stated. "'E is too young."
"Well it is amazing, but as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name's come out of the goblet… I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage… It's down to the rules, you're obliged… Harry will just have to do his best he-"
"Madame Maxime!" said Fleur at once interrupting Ludo Bagman. "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!"
Even in Harry's numb state of disbelief he could feel anger at being called a 'little boy.'
"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dor?" Madame Maxime said drawing herself to her full height.
They bickered like this for a good while as Dumbledore slid past the questions. Then Dumbledore turned to Harry and in a calm voice asked if Harry put his name in the Goblet every time he answered no.
Again they began to bicker and squabble. The only time anything interesting came to light was when Professor Moody decided to speak even then it was nothing Harry wanted to hear. Then again who wants to hear that someone wants them to die.
"However this situation arose, we do not know," Said Dumbledore at last. "It seems to me, however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Cedric and Harry have been chosen to compete in the Tournament. This, Therefore, they will do…"
"Ah, but Dumbly-dorr-"
"My dear Madame Maxime, if you have an alternative, I would be delighted to hear it."
Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime did not speak, she merely glared. She wasn't the only one either, Snape looked furious; Karkaroff livid; Bagman, however, looked rather excited.
"Well, shall we crack on, then?" he said, rubbing his hands together and smiling around the room. "Got to give our champions their instructions, haven't we? Barty, want to do the honours?"
"Yes, instructions. Yes… the first task…" Barty moved toward the firelight. Close up he seemed to look ill. Shadows beneath his eyes and a thin, papery look about his aged skin that had not been there at the Quidditch World Cup.
"The first task is designed to test your daring, so we are not telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard… very important…
"The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges.
"The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wants. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests."
Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore.
"I think that's all, is it, Albus?"
"I think so, are you sure you wouldn't like to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?"
"No, Dumbledore, I must get back to the Ministry, it is a very busy, very difficult time at the moment... I've left young Weatherby in charge… Very enthusiastic… a little overenthusiastic, if the truth be told…"
It didn't take long for Dumbledore to shoo Harry and Cedric to bed. Harry Glanced at Cedric, who nodded, and they left together.
"So, we're playing against each other again!"
"I s'pose," said Harry he really couldn't think of anything else to say. The inside if his head seemed to be in a complete disarray.
"So… tell me… how did you get your name in?"
"I didn't, I didn't put my name in. I was telling the truth."
"Ah… okay." said Cedric. Harry could tell Cedric didn't believe him. "Well… see you, then."
That was when they went separate directions Harry up and Cedric down.
Once he entered the common room he was bombarded with questions and accusations, mostly about how he has sullied the Gryffindor name. None of his friends were there; however, it gave him some relief to know that they were not with the people that accused him.
It seemed like forever till Harry was able to escape the atrocity that was the Gryffindor Common room and even longer till he was able to actually reach the dorm room.
When he was finally able to get to the dorm even Ron didn't believe him. Between jealousy and his ability to overlook anything Harry actually says, Ron's rand went on even at Harry's insistence that he didn't do it, it only seemed to fuel it even more. It was only until the middle of Ron's rant did he notice that Hermione was with them at the door.
"Hermione, be the voice of reason, tell him I didn't put my name in the Goblet."
However she didn't stop Ron, she started a rant on how stupid he was putting his name in, and that that he wasn't being a good friend by lying saying he didn't do it.
So in a fit of rage and frustration he ran, he didn't care where he ended up but he needed away from everyone.